Showers and Spice and All Things Nice
Author: Kyizi
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related items do not belong to me. Only the Story and it's related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringment intended.
Rating: R
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Notes: This is the last instalment of the Showers and Spice series, and although the style has changed from the first one, hope you enjoy it. This one's a little more...detailed than the last, so the rating has been upped.
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Part Five: Myrtle's Not The Only One That...
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Ginny smiled and ran a hand through her hair. It was slightly messy and she was determined to make sure it was neat before she got to class. Late. Again.
She glanced at Harry who was staring straight ahead, but the smirk on his face made her grin widen. She would have been more than happy to stay in the closet all morning, but they had Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall had already given them three detentions for lateness so far that term.
They quickly entered the small classroom, taking their usual seats behind Hermione and Ron. Ginny smiled sweetly at her brother when he turned to glare at them. He had taken the news best of all when it had come out. It hadn't taken long for everyone to realise that there was something going on between Harry and Ginny, not when she had just grabbed him and kissed him in front of the entire common room, but she had been surprised when it was Ron who jumped to her defence when the twins had found out. From what she gathered, they were ready to come straight up to the school, but whether it was to beat Harry up, or tease him, she wasn't sure. And despite Ron's aid with the twins, she was sure that he had still had a few quiet words with Harry.
Although the news about them being a couple was much talked about, what people found most amusing was the war they seemed to have with each other. Ginny smiled as she thought about some of the things they had pulled on each other since they had arrived back to Hogwarts. Although she was still in the lead, she had yet to better Harry's last scheme, but as much as she had admired his creativity, she hadn't much liked her detention cleaning out Snape's dungeon. And she was sure she would never live down the humiliation of coming on to one of her teachers during an exam. "Just in time, Mr Potter, Miss Weasley." Ginny grinned at McGonagall as she transformed into her human self. "Now, we will be studying the art of human-animal transformation this morning. As you know, the art of the Animagi is kept under close observation by the ministry, and therefore, we only study this in written form. Now, if you will all take your books, we will read through chapter three and a half."
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked tentatively.
"Sure. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because, well, it's...against the rules for one."
"And you care?" he asked.
"No, but..."
"Come on, it'll be fun, and well worth your while."
"Harry, this place gives me the creeps."
"Why?"
"Well," she said, turning to face him. "In case you don't remember, I was pulled in here against my will, whilst being possessed by the most evil dark wizard of our time. I'm sorry if it tends to freak me out a little."
Harry stopped, closing the door again and stepping back towards her. "I'm sorry, Gin, I didn't think. Come on." He extended his hand. "Lets just go back to the common room."
"Oh, for goodness sakes, there's no need to look so downtrodden!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. She sighed and glanced at the door again. "Okay, I guess I can handle it. You saved me the last time after all," she finished with a smile. "Come on, show me this surprise, and make sure it's a good one." She held out her hand, and he looked at it, still unsure.
"Gin, you don't need to so this, I can rearrange it, make is next week, we'll figure something else out."
"Harry," she said with a warning tone. "Our anniversary is today. And while I'm still wondering why my surprise is taking place in the middle of an abandoned girl's toilet, I'm not going to be so gracious if I don't get said surprise on time."
Harry chuckled and leaned forward to steal a kiss, before spinning her around to face the door. He stood behind her and she felt his breath on her ear as he leaned down to talk to her. "Close your eyes," he said softly, and Ginny felt a shiver go down her spine.
She did as she was told as his hand slipped in front of them, the other wrapped tightly around her waste. She smiled, her loss of vision improving her other senses as her heartbeat quickened. There was a slight creak as the door opened, and she was instantly assaulted by a myriad of smells. There were foods she recognised but couldn't identify, and candles or incense of various earthy smells. She had no idea what she had expected, but the smell of a toilet was usually less than pleasing, so the gentle mingling of enchanting aromas took her by surprise.
Her grin widened as she felt Harry guiding her carefully closer to the smells, and she heard the gentle whisper of music sneaking into the space around her, as if she were entering the domain of a silencing charm. As if to clarify her assumptions, the music got louder until she could clearly hear it, and the area around her was suddenly filled with more warmth than it had been on entering.
She felt Harry let go of her and could sense that he was now standing beside her. She opened her mouth to speak when his hand moved from her eyes to cover it.
"Shh," he whispered, and she felt a shivered again. "Open you eyes."
Slowly, she opened her eyes to take in the world around her, and gasped. While she knew she was inside the girls' bathroom, her eyes were telling her a completely different story. She appeared to be in a log cabin, a small, deserted log cabin, with one window straight in front of her, which looked out into the snow capped hills that were in the direction she knew the lake to be in real life. The floor was wooden and contained a spread of food, as well as a scattering of candles and incense, but other than that, it's only covering was a thick fur rug in front of the blazing fire.
Well, that explains the sudden warmth, she thought idly, still inspecting her surroundings. The illusion only went so far as the one room, in which she was standing, but that only seemed to emphasise just how cosy and safe it was. She turned in a complete circuit until she was back facing Harry, who was regarding her with a mixture of hope and nervousness.
"Well?" he asked, somewhat shakily.
"Oh, Harry," she said, stepping closer and grasping his hands. "I love it."
His face broke into a wide grin and he reached down to kiss her. She instantly threw her arms around his neck and returned his kiss, deepening it. She could never get enough of him, but since the 'shower incident', he had seemed to shy away from everything more than kissing. Sure enough, he pulled back a few moments later, stuttering something about the food getting cold, and pulled her onto the rug beside him.
They chattered over silly things as they ate, and Ginny couldn't help smiling the whole time. She would never have imagined that she would end up where she was. She was Harry Potter's girlfriend. And while she no longer appreciated that in the sense that he was famous and she was attracted to his tragic story and desired to give him the one person he could truly love, she appreciate that he was who he was. She knew that she loved him, despite how young she was and how everyone would tell her things changed as she grew older, she just knew. While four months wasn't exactly a long time, it was longer than she had ever dreamed it would last. Not after it became reality at least. Part of her kept waiting for Harry to decide that she wasn't for him, and move on to someone like Cho Chang.
"Gin?"
His voice prompted her out of her thoughts and she smiled at him. "Sorry, I was just thinking."
"I know," he replied, reaching out to tuck some hair behind her ear. It was something he did all the time, and she loved the feel of his fingers caressing her cheeks. "You had that cute little wrinkle in your nose that you always get."
"My nose does not wrinkle up!"
He laughed and leaned forward to kiss her nose. "Yes, it does, sweetheart."
Ginny grinned at him, no longer even keeping up the pretence of indignation. She loved it when he called her that. He had been so shy the first time he had tried it out, but her grin had been enough to convince him that he was on the right track.
Harry's eyes suddenly seemed intense in the gentle light, and she couldn't help herself from initiating a kiss. Soon they were lying back on the rug, food forgotten, as Harry pressed her into the soft fur. She could feel his hands everywhere, setting her skin on fire. Somewhere along the way, she had lost her top, and he his shirt, and the feeling of his bare skin pressing against her was wonderful.
She wasn't sure why Harry seemed so sure now, when he had always seemed to pull away from it, until she remembered the small discussion they had had in the shower room. He had romanced her first, and she had to admit that he had done it well. She only hoped that meant he wasn't about to stop doing whatever it was his tongue was doing. If he did that, she might have to hex him into the next dimension.
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Harry wasn't sure where his clothes had gone or who had taken them off and when, but all he knew was that he didn't want to stop. He never wanted to stop where Ginny was concerned, and while it hadn't exactly been his plan for it to happen that way, he was powerless to even attempt to end it.
She was moaning and arching her neck p to give him greater access, and he complied, running his tongue along the edge of her neck, then going back over it, gently blowing cold air. She had an extremely sensitive neck, as was proven by the number of marks she often had to cover. He loved the quiet mewling sounds she made whenever he so much as gently touched it.
Harry continued to make his way lower, stopping only when her bra got in his way. Now, while they had been bare chest to bare chest before, Harry was sure that it was actually Ginny who had removed the offending item. And now it stood in his way. And he didn't know what else to do but panic. Bras were definitely something send straight from Hell, in fact, Harry was sure that Voldemort himself must have created them.
As if sensing his thoughts, or perhaps just his sudden stillness, Ginny had giggled and reached behind her back, arching her back up into him as she removed her bra. Not giving her a chance to think again, as soon as it was on the floor, Harry attached himself to her left nipple, causing her to cry out.
Thank God I remembered the silencing spell, he thought, then told himself to shut up. He needed to concentrate. He worked his way down her body, eliciting soft whimpering sounds, stopping just above her belly button and working his way up the right side of her stomach. When he latched onto her right nipple, he heard her moan. The sound echoed loudly around the room and smiled against her skin.
"Gin," he whispered, leaning up to kiss her.
"Eh, Harry," she said softly, and it was then that he noticed she was looking rather terrified. "That wasn't me."
"What?"
"I said, that wasn't me." She snatched his shirt and covered herself as Harry glanced around the room.
"Then who-" He was cut off by another loud moan and he looked at Ginny. They both groaned.
"Moaning Myrtle," they said in unison. After a few seconds, Ginny started to giggle and Harry couldn't help himself. He joined her.
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"You all right mate?"
Harry glanced at his friend and tried not to blush at the thought of what he had almost done with the boy's sister a few hours ago.
"You're blushing," Ron said with a smirk as Harry cursed his body's reaction. Ron's face wrinkled up and he began to look a little peaky. "I'd tease you, but I really don't want to know what you were doing with Ginny. I might have to kill you."
Harry smirked, but wisely didn't say anything. He pulled the curtains back and got into bed, placing his glasses on the nightstand and lying down. He was frustrated...to put it mildly. After Myrtle's interruption, they had dressed and left the bathroom, taking off the spells that had created the log cabin. They had gone straight back up to the Common Room, lest Snape cornered them. They hadn't thought to bring the Invisibility Cloak; it had still been lying in Ginny's room.
"Night, Harry."
"Night, Ron."
"G'night, John-boy!"
"Shut up, Seamus," Harry said, shaking his head, completely ignoring Ron's, "Who's John-boy?"
He settled himself down to sleep, snuggling into his pillow, knowing he would have much preferred if it had been a certain redhead. And no, he didn't mean Ron. There was a slight breeze and he shivered, frowning as he opened his eyes to see the curtains moving a little.
Suddenly there was a weight pressed on him and a hand over his mouth. He was about to fight and reach for his wand when he heard a soft giggle. He knew that voice.
"Ginny!" he hissed, "what on Earth do you think you're doing?"
She pulled her head out from under his Invisibility Cloak. "I wanted to see you."
"It's the middle of the night and...what are you wearing?"
"Why? You want to find out?"
He laughed, but it sounded rather strangled, even to his own ears. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing yet..."
Her hesitant reply shocked him into a stupor and he could feel his face burning. However, Ginny didn't seem to care as she attempted to straddle him a little more comfortably. For her at least. He had the unfortunate anatomy that made that particular shift seem rather more...enticing than innocent. Although, he knew that Ginny Weasley was far from innocent.
"Ginny," he said, not sure whether he had come out sounding exasperated or horny. He reached up and removed the invisibility cloak completely, and smiled. He wasn't the only one that was blushing, but somehow he didn't think he looked as cute as the redhead above him. She was trying to look innocent, and failing.
"If you get caught, we'll be in so much trouble," he started, but had to stop himself from groaning as Ginny tried moving in another direction, rubbing against him, clearly hoping he'd take the hint. It wasn't that he didn't want her there, far from it. But he was more scared than he cared to admit. "Ginny, your brother is currently asleep in one of the beds to our left. I would like to live to see tomorrow."
"Well," Ginny began, pulling the invisibility cloak up over her head and covering them both. He wasn't sure what was worse; knowing she was there and could see her all he wanted and yet not being able to focus on her without his glasses, or seeing her above him, so close that all he wanted to do was close the gap between them.
She continued, "We aren't Muggles, Harry, there are such things as silencing charms."
"Who are you and what have you done to the innocent, little Ginny Weasley that dropped her elbow in the butter and send me a crazy valentine?"
"That valentine was Fred and George, and as for little Ginny Weasley, well, like you said a few months ago...she got reading."
"You know, I was previously intrigued at what that was, now I'm scared." Ginny giggled and he reached up to cover her mouth with his, hoping to silence her.
"Oi, Harry, you all right?"
He pulled away briefly. "I'm fine," he said before capturing Ginny's mouth again.
"Oh, right, thought I heard a noise."
"Nope," he said, pulling away again. "No noise." I just have every intention of shagging your sister senseless right under your nose, he finished, glad that it had been said in his head and not out loud. He hadn't been joking, he did want to live through the night.
Their kisses grew more passionate and frantic until Harry had to reach out and cast the silencing spell Ginny had mentioned. She pulled out her own wand and muttered another word before stripping him of his pyjama top.
"What was that?"
"Stops anyone being able to open the curtains from the outside," she said with a smirk, leaning over him again.
"Good thinking, Batman."
"Who's Batman?"
Harry laughed. "Never mind." He reached up to kiss her before turning them quickly so that she was beneath him. She squealed and he smiled down at her. Her hair was fanned out on his pillow and Harry almost had to catch his breath. She was close enough that he didn't need his glasses to see her fairly clearly and he was sure she was the most beautiful being that had ever crossed his path. He wasn't sure what his future held, but all he knew, at that moment was that he wanted it to include Ginny Weasley.
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The End
Note: Okay, so I copped out of writing the smut, but be fair, I wrote more smut in that chapter that I ever have ever! This is the end for Showers and Spice, so I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed and kept me going.
And yes, the missing word from the title was moans!